Okay, so classes were now good and started, and today was the first Divination class of the year. Yippy skippy. Sophie liked the professor but she could care less for the subject. So why had she signed up for another year of this? Was it even an elective? She had no idea, but she was here, so meh.

Sophie approached the Snap Cup, or whatever it was the professor called this thing. She grabbed a small piece of parchment and a quill and wrote:

I am proud of myself for making an effort in classes I really don't have much interest in.

...because who knew when she might need something she'd learned in one of them.

Then Sophie slung her bag down by her feet and took a seat at an empty table. Okay, let's get this over with.